The city drowns in black, and the lamplight floods an empty street. A beer can and a cigarette butt lay at his feet. The noble words of an old man echo through his head - now they twist and swirl, with every phrase that’s been said.
Footsteps fill the alleyway, like hammer on stone; a man of much but little fortune walking all alone. Another stands silent in the shadows as the traffic races by. Heart and stomach empty, his grip tightens ‘round the knife.
Emerging from the shadows, the knife catches a glimpse of the moon. He’s reaching for his wallet with the promise it’ll be over soon. A fumble and a struggle as the devil changes sides. Soon the metal finds its mark and plunges deep inside.
Silent as the grave, his assailant lay upon the ground. The city screams and shouts, yet he didn’t make a sound. What else could he have done? Was it wrong, was it right? A man of many fortunes, he carries on into the night.
from The New Wild,
released November 25, 2014
Sean: lead vocals, guitar, harmonies
Daniel: drums, harmonies, fire truck